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His guest could not help thinking to himself that however pacific might be Mr. Ringgan's temper, no man in those days that tried men could have brought to the issue more stern inflexibility and gallant fortitude of bearing. His frame bore evidence of great personal strength, and his eye, with all its mildness, had an unflinching dignity that could never have quailed before duty or danger.
The gravity of Miss Ringgan's face casts a gloom over the brightness of the evening. I couldn't conceive what made me feel chilly in the other room till I looked about and found that the shade came from this corner; and Mr. Thorn's teeth, I saw, were chattering." "Constance," said Fleda, laughing and vexed, and making the reproof more strongly with her eyes "how can you talk so?" "Mrs.
Thorn," said the lady in her smoothest manner, "are you a lover of floriculture, sir?" "Can't say that I am, Mrs. Evelyn, except as practised by others." "Then you are not a connoisseur in roses? Miss Ringgan's happy lot sent her a most exquisite collection this morning, and she has been wanting to apply to somebody who could tell her what they are I thought you might know.
Rossitur, as her husband's eyes went inquiringly to her "Mrs. Plumfield was Mr. Ringgan's sister, you remember. This is her son." "Cousin Seth, eh?" said Mr. Rossitur, dubiously. " Well Why, Fleda, your sweet air don't seem to agree with you, as far as I see; I have not known you look so so triste since we left Paris. What have you been doing, my child?"
"Have we arrived at the termination of our a adventure?" said he as he came up and threw down the last trough. "Why no, sir," said Fleda, "for we have yet to get home again." "'Tain't so fur going that way as it were this'n," said Philetus. "My! ain't I glad." "Glad of what?" said the doctor. "Here's Miss Ringgan's walked the whole way, and she a lady ain't you ashamed to speak of being tired?"
"Yes, he was a self made man," said Mrs. Thorn, "but I should never think of that where a man distinguishes himself so much; he was very distinguished." "Yes, and for more than officer-like qualities," said Mrs. Evelyn. "I have heard his personal accomplishments as a gentleman highly praised." "So that little Miss Ringgan's right to be a beauty may be considered clearly made out," said Mr. Thorn.
It was plain, however, even to a stranger, that there was some subject of care, not vague nor undefined pressing upon Mr. Ringgan's mind as he said this. "Have you heard from my mother lately, Fleda?" said her cousin. "Why, yes," said Mr. Ringgan, "she had a letter from her only to-day. You ha'n't read it yet, have you, Fleda?" "No, grandpa," said the little girl; "you know I've been busy."
"I have been looking," she began, "for a person who is willing to go out to work. Miss Flora Quackenboss told me perhaps I might find somebody here." "Somebody to help?" said the woman, beginning to use her broom upon the hearth. "Who wants 'em?" "Mrs. Rossitur my aunt." "Mrs. Rossitur? what, down to old Squire Ringgan's place?" "Yes. We are left alone, and want somebody very much."
It makes a man look so spry!" A few hundred yards from Mr. Ringgan's gate the road began to wind up a very long heavy hill. Just at the hill's foot, it crossed by a rude bridge the bed of a noisy brook that came roaring down from the higher grounds turning sundry mill and factory wheels in its way. About half-way up the hill one of these was placed, belonging to a mill for sawing boards.
Decatur's rooms, and then, having a glimmering perception that the light of Miss Ringgan's eyes is in another direction, they will sheer off; and you will presently see them come sailing blandly in, one after the other, and cast anchor for the evening; when, to your extreme delight, Mr. Stackpole and Miss Ringgan will immediately commence fighting.
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